August Stramm

(29 July 1874 – 1 September 1915 / Cathedrals)

Battlefield - Poem by August Stramm

Yielding clod lulls iron off to sleep
bloods clot the patches where they oozed
rusts crumble
fleshes slime
sucking lusts around decay.
Murder on murder blinks
in childish eyes.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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